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Saunders and Jackson, the unripe grain,
And Taliaferro, stately as knight of old,
A blade of steel with a sheath of gold.
And Wright, who fell on the Crater's red sod,
Gave his life to the Cause, his soul to God.
These are random shots at the field of Fame,
But each rings out on a noble name.
Yes, names like bayonet points, when massed,
Blaze out as we gaze on the splendid past.
That past is now like an Arctic Sea
Where the living currents have ceased to run,
But over that past the fame of Lee
Shines out as the ‘Midnight Sun;’
And that glorious Orb, in its march sublime,
Shall gild our graves till the end of time!
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